One Hundred Seventy-Five

[not_from_mars]

[weeeeeeell, it looks like his attempts to change the Master's mind actually /didn't/ work... because at some point during his morning tea, Ten's ability to speak disappeared.

... And, as we'll discover, ability to write, as well. Have some scribbles.]

Comments

[songofspoilers]

Uhhm... Are you okay there? [has no idea who this is]

[not_from_mars]

[... sigh. another drawn thumb-up.]

[songofspoilers]

Oh well that's good. [there were slightly sarcastic tones there]

On a loss maybe? [amused]

[not_from_mars]

[puts an x over 'loss', to cross it out]

[songofspoilers]

Ooohkay. Is that a cross for Not on a loss or a cross for 'Yes that's the problem'?

[not_from_mars]

[circles 'not' :C]

[songofspoilers]

So. You can read but not write and it's NOT a loss. That's a puzzler.

Do I know you?

[not_from_mars]

[... hesitant pause, since he probably won't hear the end of this, but he puts a checkmark next to that]

[songofspoilers]

Ooh! I do? Right. Drawing a blank really, wasn't aware I knew any illiterates. Going to give me a clue?

[not_from_mars]

[something resembling the sonic screwdriver which may or may not be deliberately half-assed]

[songofspoilers]

[...pause for fathoming, and more importantly silent laughing.]

Is that what I think it is?

[not_from_mars]

[taptaptaptaptaptap]

[songofspoilers]

[she really shouldn't be amused, and she's really trying her hardest not to be. But he *did* say he was alright.]

Do you do requests?

[not_from_mars]

[taptaptap... taptap... ffff River D:]

[songofspoilers]

Obviously not then. Would you like me to come over?

[not_from_mars]

[non-commital scribble]